Summary: [Trory] Rory and Dean have been married for 2 years. Tristan and Rory begin working at the same law firm. Rory deals with trauma, and Tristan is there to help her go on.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own these characters, however the story line is mine, ALL MINE! Hahaha
Chapter 2
At the Coffee House
Rory was reverently sipping her extra large coffee, as Tristan drank his cappuccino. They sat in silence.
"So.. Rory, what have you been up to? I haven't seen you since high school," Tristan tried to break the uncomfortable silence.
"I went to Harvard for undergrad, and realized that journalism wasn't really for me, so I started experimenting, and found that I was really interested in law, so I went to law school, and here I am." Rory replied.
"Right, I did basically the same thing." Tristan said.
"Ohhh.. Tristan, always the follower," Rory joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth, Rory" Tristan smirked.
"Oh really? I always wanted a doggy, but I always pictured myself having a cute, smart one. Oh well, a dog's a dog I guess." Rory returned smiling lightly.
"Oh, that was harsh. That's alright though, I'm thick skinned." Tristan smiled.
"Oh that must be how you have such a small brain in such a big head, you're skin takes up all the room. I've been puzzling over that mystery for quite a while, thanks for clearing that up for me," Rory smirked.
"Aww.. you spent 'quite a while' thinking about 'lil 'ole me? I'm touched," Tristan joked
"Don't flatter yourself, I was holed up in a room for hours on end studying for the bar, my mind wandered quite a bit, the size of your brain was just one of many topics that came up." Rory retorted.
"You were thinking about me when you were alone? In a small room? Oh the possibilities." Tristan said wiggling his eyebrows.
"You and your innuendoes, you're incorrigible." Rory said shaking her head.
"I'm sure you could handle me, Rory"
"We've wasted enough time, back to work. Let's go let's go!" Rory said standing up and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Dominating, I like that." Tristan smirked as they walked out of the coffee shop and back to the office.
A few weeks later
"And then the Texan" Rory said between fits of laughter, "replies, 'okay, where are you from, jackass?'" Rory bursts into another fit of laughter.
"Wait," Tristan said, interrupting Rory's laughter, "What was the joke? You were laughing too hard for me to understand.
"Okay," Rory said, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself, "A Harvard graduate is in Texas on business. He meets up with a Texan who asks him 'where are you from?' the Harvard graduate says 'I'm from a place where we don't end our sentences in prepositions' To which the Texan replies 'okay, where are you from, jackass?'" Rory doubles over with the force of her laughter, she can barely breathe.
"Wow," Tristan chuckles, "calm down, it was funny, but I think you need to breathe now."
"Right, breathing, almost as important as coffee." Rory replies, slowly regaining her composure.
"Right," Tristan laughed "Well, I think we've basically finished this project. Pretty good time too, its only 11:00."
"Oh God, I didn't realize it was that late, Dean is going to be worried." Rory said anxiously.
"Didn't you call him?" Tristan asked.
"Yeah, but that was three hours ago. I'm going to head home. We're done here right?"
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Tristan." Rory said picking up her bag and walking out of the office.
Rory opened the door quietly, and slipped into the house, not wanting to wake Dean. She was surprised to find the light on, and Dean sitting on the couch looking quite unhappy.
"Dean, hi, I thought you would be sleeping." Rory said hesitantly.
"Rory where were you?" Dean asked angrily, standing up.
"I was at work, I have that big assignment due tomorrow remember? I called you and told you …." Rory started.
"Was Tristan there?" Dean interrupted.
"Well... yes."
"You've been spending a lot of time with him lately," Dean accused.
"We work together Dean, interaction is inevitable," Rory said smiling slightly.
"Don't try to make this into a joke!" Dean yelled.
"Don't make this into something more than it is! Tristan and I work together, nothing more. Don't you know I would never do anything to hurt you?" Rory exclaimed.
"All I know is you are spending more and more time at work with you new partner, Tristan. I hardly see you anymore." Dean cried.
"Dean, I'm sorry that I've been working so hard lately, I've had a lot of deadlines. I'm a new lawyer; I'm going to have to work hard for a while before I become respected." Rory tried to reason.
"Rory, don't give me that crap. I know all about how hard lawyers work, and I also know that you're my wife, and you're supposed to be faithful to me." Dean said angrily.
"How can you even insinuate that I've been unfaithful? You have no proof at all! Tristan and I work together. Its normal to talk to the person you work with, and in this age, it's quite possible for the person you work with to be of the opposite gender. That doesn't mean we're having an affair. I love you Dean, I wouldn't ever do that to you."
"You know what, I've had enough of this, I'm leaving." Dean said, putting on his coat and shoes.
"Dean, come on, don't leave like this. I swear I wasn't doing anything but working with Tristan. Please, don't leave angry with me. I love you Dean." Rory yelled to Deans retreating form.
"I love you," She said again softly after Dean had slammed the door.
AN: Don't worry guys, it's still a Trory. I'm just building up the story line and characters to set the stage for the Rory Tristan union. Thanks for reading, and please review! Reviews make me write faster. =].